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(Mick Jagger, Keith Richards)

Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's drink of the lowly of birth

Raise your glass to the good and the evil

Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier

Spare a thought for his back breaking work

Spare a part for his wife and his children

Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I look into the this faceless crowd

A swirling mass of gray blue

Black and white

They don't look real to me

In fact, we all look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people

Let's drink to the uncounted heads

Let's think of the wavering millions

Who need leading but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter

His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows

And a parade of the gray suited grafters

A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look into this faceless crowd

A swirling mass of grays and

Black and white

They don't look real to you

Or do we look too strange

Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's think of the lowly of birth

Spare a thought for the rag taggy people

Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the three thousand million

Let's think of the humble of birth